Chapter 3: The Dark Paperwork
As the video played, Elena’s smug veneer began to crack. The footage didn't just show her locking the girls in the pantry or leaving them alone in the dark; it showed her at the desk, meticulously drafting documents.
David turned the screen toward her. The video showed her printing out legal forms—forms that weren't for school or medical records. They were "Declaration of Incapacity" filings, coupled with forged psychiatric evaluations, all aimed at having David declared legally incompetent.
"I found these," David said, his voice flat. "Not just the videos, but the scans of the documents you’ve been hiding in the office safe. You weren't just disciplining the kids, Elena. You were building a case to steal everything—the house, the trust, the girls—and put me away in a facility."
Elena looked at the phone. For the first time, her composure vanished. She didn't look like a disciplined society wife anymore; she looked like a cornered animal realizing the trap had been sprung.
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"That’s... that’s not what that is," she stammered, her gaze darting to the gate.
"It’s evidence," David cut in. "And the police are already in the driveway."
